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The train to Appleloosa was almost always right on time, unlike those native to Phillydelphia or Manehattan. For the first time, Braeburn almost wished that it would be a little late. There was a very special pony on that train coming to see him, and he could have used a few minutes to compose himself.

He had been in a romantic relationship for over a year now, and he was finally ready to move on to more..._physical_displays of affection. Braeburn was extremely nervous, and not just for the reasons one might expect. His already nerve-wracking situation was complicated by a bizarre transformation he had undergone only a week or two ago.

He had made a special trip to Ponyville, which was the nearest town with a large unicorn population, just to have his body scanned for any unfriendly spells that might be lying dormant. Two doctors had given him a clean bill of health, much to his relief. Hopefully his special somepony wouldn't even notice the change.

"I just hope it isn't too intimidating", Braeburn thought as the train pulled to a stop. He watched as ponies disembarked, a multicolored throng of manes and coats that spread out like a very disorganized rainbow. One mane in particular caught his attention, and Braeburn raised his hoof in greeting. Soarin' trotted over and grabbed him in a crushing hug.

Braeburn had insisted on meeting his coltfriend at the station, even though they had agreed to keep the relationship a secret. It could have caused both of them problems if word got out that they were together. Soarin' had an image to maintain, while Braeburn wasn't eager for his friends and neighbors to find out that he was a colt cuddler. Appleloosa was, sadly, a bit behind the rest of the country in its views on sexuality.

As far as anypony else knew, they were just two friends that hadn't seen each other in a while. Braeburn was a little worried about the hug, but Soarin' put his mind at ease while they walked. "I do that to everypony," he said. "Don't worry."

Braeburn helped Soarin' carry his bags across town, walking into the nearest hotel but quietly slipping out the back when nopony was looking. "I love sneaking around like this," Soarin' said with a giggle as they neared Braeburn's house. "It's like living in one of those steamy romance novels that Spitfire loves to read, except not boring."

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It wasn't easy to wine and dine a pony in Appleloosa, especially when it was supposed to be a secret, but Braeburn did his best. He treated Soarin' to a homemade meal, and afterward they enjoyed a bottle of wine that the Wonderbolt had brought all the way from the Crystal Empire. They sat on Braeburn's back porch, away from prying eyes, and leaned against one another to watch the sunset. "This place has the best sunsets in Equestria," Soarin' said happily. "I would know. I've seen them all over."

Braeburn nodded. "Gets mighty cold afterward though," he said. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too," Soarin' said, and squeezed him a little tighter. "Is something wrong?

Braeburn hesitated, thinking that he could probably lie and get away with it. "Maybe," he admitted. "I've been worryin' a lot lately. You know how I get."

"About us?" Soarin' asked. "What's got you worried?"

"Distance." Braeburn nuzzled into his coltfriend's shoulder, shivering in anticipation of the cold night to come. The wing draped around him tickled his nosed with its feathers. "You love bein' a Wonderbolt, and that's fine, but I think it's clear we belong in different worlds. You like the crowds and the excitement of the show, but this here is as far from that as you can get. It's a mighty long trip to get all the way out here from all that."

"Are you afraid I'll get tired of making it?" Soarin' asked.

Braeburn winced at how hurt he sounded. "I...I dunno. I guess."

Soarin' was quiet for a few minutes, and Braeburn started to think that he had made a huge mistake in bringing it up. "I love my job," he finally said. "You know how much I love it, right? This is pretty much what I was born to do. That doesn't mean that I care about it more than you." He kissed Braeburn's cheek. "I don't mind the trip, baby. I've been making it for over a year now, and I'll keep making it for as long as I have to. I love you, and there isn't' a train ride in the world long enough to change that."

"That makes me feel a little better," Braeburn said. "I just...I don't hear many good things about distance and relationships."

"This isn't a long distance relationship," Soarin' said as his hoof gently rubbed Braeburn's shoulder. "That fancy apartment in Cloudsdale isn't my home. I love it there, but it isn't where I belong. I live here, with you." He nuzzled Braeburn's mane, breathing in the scent of dust, faux leather, and just a hint of cinnamon. "This is my home. I couldn't stand the tours or the crowds if I didn't think I'd see you again when it was over.

"You're sweet," Braeburn sighed, and laid his head on Soarin's chest.

Soarin' chuckled. "It must be all the pie."

They watched the sun fall beneath the horizon, and went inside before the night could really start to cool down. "What do you want to do now?" Soarin' asked.

Braeburn leaned into his coltfriend and flicked his tale over Soarin's haunches. "I'm ready," he said in a shy whisper, sounding far less confident than he'd intended.

"Ready?" Soarin' asked. "Ready for what?"

Braeburn stared at him, wondering if he was being serious. "Uh, baby? Remember that talk we had last time you were here?"

"About your woodworking class?" Soarin' asked. "Babe, I already said that I don't mind going to your workshop."

"No!" Braeburn said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. "The other talk. Y'know, about waitin' for the right time?"

Soarin's eyes widened a little as he finally understood. "Oh. You mean you're ready." Braeburn nodded, and gently tugged Soarin' toward the bedroom. The pegasus followed eagerly, unable to look away from the cowpony's swaying hips.

Braeburn removed his hat and hung it on a hook next to his bed, then hung his vest over a chair. He climbed onto the mattress and tried to calm his racing heart. "Are you sure about this?" Soarin' asked. "Last time you said you were really nervous. We don't have to move forward if you aren't ready."

"I'm mostly sure," Braeburn said uncertainly. "Look, the truth is that I just don't know. I'm still nervous, but I'd like to give it a try. Is that alright?"

Soarin' climbed on top of him and gave him a short, tender kiss. "We can stop at any time," he said. "Just as long as you're comfortable with it."

They kissed again, and this time it lasted. Soarin's tongue gently pushed into his mouth, and Braeburn whimpered. He had only accepted his sexuality a few weeks before meeting Soarin', and sometimes he still felt a bit naughty kissing another stallion. In a way, that made it better.

Soarin' loved the way Braeburn's lips were always so soft despite the dry desert air. He felt the need behind them, the longing to be held closer and tighter. He gave Braeburn what he wanted, and pressed their bodies together until he could feel his coltfriend's heart beating in his chest.

Braeburn spread his legs and slowly lifted his hips. His balls rubbed against Soarin's, and his hardening stallionhood began pushing out of its sheathe. Something warm and smooth pressed against it, and Braeburn blushed at the contact. "Glad to see that you're enjoying yourself as much as I am," Soain' whispered seductively. "You're pretty big down there."

As they both reached their full length, Soarin' looked down between them. His shocked expression made Braeburn giggle. "Okay, so I was wrong," the Wonderbolt said numbly. "You're more than just big. Good goddesses, babe!"

Braeburn coughed and looked away. "Uh, I...I ain't ever been with a stallion before."

"But you've been with a mare, right?" Soarin' asked.

"Lie to him", Braeburn thought. Instead of listening to his instincts, he shook his head. "You're a virgin?" Soarin' asked, sounding genuinely shocked. "But you're so cute! I figured half the town would have made a pass at you by now!" He saw the shame in Braeburn's eyes, and his voice softened. "Hey, don't worry. I'm glad that I get to be your first."

"I don't know what to do," Braeburn said in a near whisper. "I got a general idea, but I ain't ever actually tried any of the things I'm thinking."

"Relax," Soarin' said. He put a hoof on Braeburn's chest and gently pressed him into the mattress. "I'll help you figure it out." He crawled down the earth pony's body and got a closer look at what he was working with.

"It isn't _that_big, is it?"

"I think you're the biggest I've ever seen outside of porn." Soarin' made a big show of suddenly realizing what he'd just said. "Not, you know, that I watch porn a lot."

Braeburn giggled at his goofy coltfriend, and some of the tension eased out of him. He knew that the pegasus was trying to make him feel better, and the fact that he was making the effort worked far better than the joke alone.

Soarin' reached out with his hoof and gently ran it down Braeburn's shaft. "It looks like you're ready," he said. "Let's start with something easy. Just lie back and relax. I'll take good care of you, okay?"

Braeburn started to nod, but froze as a pair of soft lips closed over the tip of his cock. He moaned deep in his throat as his coltfriend's tongue circled his head. Soarin' sunk his head lower, carefully slurping down more of the cowpony's length. When the head bumped the back of his throat, he pulled back with a gasp.

"I can handle this," Soarin' thought, and gave Braeburn a cocky grin. He took the cowpony in his mouth again and swallowed as much of his shaft as possible. He bobbed his head, and soon set up a good rhythm that gave him plenty of chances to breathe. He sank a little lower every time, careful to avoid taking too much at once.

Braeburn didn't know how long he would last, but he was sure it wouldn't be long enough. Just as he was about to tell Soarin' to stop, the pegasus gave a final lunge and took every inch of his stallionhood into his throat. He lay still for a few seconds, his throat clenching around Braeburn's shaft as he swallowed a few times.

"How does he do that without choking?" Braeburn wondered. Soarin' moved back and forth a few times, and the feeling of his hot, wet throat was almost enough to push the cowpony over the edge. "W-Wait!" he begged. "Hold up there, partner! I...I c-can't...hold on much longer."

Soarin' carefully pulled back, but Braeburn nearly lost it anyway. The insistent tugging on his dick felt unbelievably good, but... "I don't want to finish too early," he said. "Can I do somethin' for you?"

Soarin' tried to speak, but had to cough up a little pre first. "This is your first time," he said. "I want you to enjoy it. But, if you want to return the favor...yeah, alright." He turned around on the bed and dangled his own erection over Braeburn's face. "This takes a little practice," he said. "Just do your best. Don't feel like you have to keep up with me or anything, okay?"

Braeburn nodded, and stuck out his tongue to tentatively lick his coltfriend's tip. The salty taste of pre-cum struck him as a very odd flavor, but he wasn't sure if it was necessarily bad. He gingerly took the tip between his lips and let Soarin' sink down a little. The shaft entering his mouth wasn't anything remarkable -mostly average, though Braeburn wasn't experienced enough to be a reliable judge - but it felt a lot bigger than it looked. When it touched the back of his throat he couldn't keep from gagging.

The weight on him immediately lessened as Soarin' pulled out. "You don't have to," he said reassuringly. "I don't mind, babe. Honest."

Braeburn grabbed his hips and slowly pulled him down again. This time he went slower, and didn't take any more than he could handle. "If you insist," Soarin' mumbled, and returned his attention to Braeburn's much larger stallionhood.

For a long time, the only sounds were slurping and gurgling as the two stallions pleasured each other. Braeburn thought that he was getting the hang of this, and began to get more creative with his tongue. Soarin' definitely seemed to enjoy it, but he wasn't even close to his orgasm when Braeburn began to feel that it was time.

"I-I'm...I'm gonna..." he stammered, unable to make himself say "cum". It just sounded so dirty, though he supposed that they were well beyond that point now.

Soarin' pulled away from his shaft, but only for a moment. His hooves carefully rubbed Braeburn's huge foalmakers as he spoke. "Go ahead," he urged seductively. "Don't be shy, babe."

Braeburn felt the warm, moist, tight tunnel of Soarin's throat squeezing him again and gave up on restraint. He thrust upward into the pegasus's mouth, cried out his lover's name, and came. The first few shots of his seed were fired directly into Soarin's stomach.

The orgasm felt like it lasted forever. Soarin' lifted off of Braeburn's cock a little, allowing the next few bursts of semen to fill his mouth instead. It was almost more than he could handle, and he gulped the sticky mess down as quickly as he could to make room for more.

Soarin' waited until it seemed like Braeburn was finished before pulling the cowpony's head out of his mouth. With a strained grunt, one final gush of cum splattered one of his cheeks. "Very funny," he said with a giggle. "You did pretty well for somepony that's never done this before."

"Thanks," Breaburn panted. "H-Hey, you...you didn't..."

Soarin' climbed off of Braeburn and lay down next to him. "It's alright," he said, thinking that he could probably finish himself off once Braeburn had fallen asleep. "I don't mind. You did great for your first time." He didn't want to make his coltfriend feel like he hadn't done a good job, when the truth was that Soarin' was already quite impressed. Braeburn couldn't be expected to suddenly know what he was doing without any experience, after all.

"No," Braeburn said. "I want to return the favor. It's only fair."

"There's no 'fair' between us," Soarin' said, but he didn't try to stop Braeburn from repositioning himself. "I love you, and I wanted to make you happy."

Braeburn bent down to give Soarin's stallionhood a gentle lick. It was still mostly hard. "You did," he said. "I want to do the same for you. Can you reach down on the floor there, next to the bed?" Soarin' reached without looking, and felt his hoof hit something round and flexible. "Yeah, that. Give it here."

It was lubricant. Soarin' stared blankly at the bottle in his hoof. "That's a fun idea, babe, but I'm not sure I can do that right now. You're a bit too big for me to take without a little practice first."

Braeburn chuckled and swiped it out of his hoof. "It ain't for you," he said as he drizzled a little on Soarin's shaft. An anxious excitement was building in the pit of his stomach, and it was all that he could do to keep from prancing excitedly in place.

He had been dreaming about this for months, ever since deciding that Soarin' was the one. He had fantasized endlessly, much to his own internal embarrassment. If kissing a stallion still felt a little naughty, then how would it feel to make love to one?

He was about to find out. His hoof reached back to smear a little lube around his tailhole, and he lay on top of Soarin' for one more kiss. Their erections rubbed against each other, and Braeburn's began to harden once again at the contact. "I, uh, I might feel better if you did it," he said timidly.

Soarin' grinned and rolled them over so that he was now on top. "You're sure that this is what you want?" he asked. When Braeburn nodded, he lined his head up with the cowpony's entrance. "I'll be gentle," he promised. "If it's too much, don't be afraid to tell me."

The pressure against his back door increased, and Braeburn bit his lip anxiously. He supposed that he wasn't a virgin, not after Soarin's oral attentions, but he was certainly one when it came to this. This was a big step, and he was finally ready to take it. Well, ready to take it in the metaphorical sense. He still had a few worries about the physical aspect.

Slowly, his anal ring began to spread open. Braeburn clutched Soarin's back, hugging the pegasus to him and whimpering a little as he was penetrated for the first time. It hurt, but not as much as he had been expecting. Soarin's tip slid into him, and then his lover stopped to let him get used to the feeling.

"I'm alright," Braeburn said. "Keep going." Soarin' pushed a little deeper, and Braeburn finally began to relax. The pain was still present, but it faded against a background of warmth and pleasure. Soarin's wide head slid past his prostate, and he squealed at the sudden and unexpected sensation.

The pressure inside of him became bearable, and he nuzzled Soarin's neck affectionately as the pegasus sank the rest of the way in. Their hips bumped together, and Braeburn sighed happily. Goddesses, he had been wanting this. Soarin's medial ring had given him another thrill as is slid home, and he cooed happily at the feeling of being so full. "Just a minute," he said. "I just...just need a mmmMMH!"

Soarin nearly smothered him with a deep, lustful kiss. Braeburn kissed back while he got used to the throbbing length buried in his backside. One of his hooves still clutched at Soarin's back, while the other began drifting a bit lower to feel the strong, toned muscles of his lover's hips and buttocks. He curled his legs around Soarin', and pulled free of the kiss just long enough to whisper "I'm ready."

Soarin' gently pulled out of him, causing Braeburn to groan as his inner muscles clenched around the Wonderbolt's cock. It pulled out until there were only a few inches left, and again Braeburn told him to wait.

Braeburn grabbed the bottle of lubricant and coated his lover's shaft with it again. "Alright," he said, and Soain' thrust back in, firm but careful not to hurt him.

The pressure on his prostate made Braeburn whimper. He hadn't been expecting it to feel like this, and he wasn't at all prepared for it. He doubted that he would last very long. Soarin' slowly quickened his pace, his balls slapping against Braeburn's buttocks as he rutted his coltfriend into the mattress. They held on to each other tightly, bodies becoming slick with sweat as they gasped for breath.

Soarin' grunted into Braeburn's ear, his voice straining with every thrust. He chuckled as his hoof gripped Braeburn's rump. "You've got a...a g-great ass...on you, babe!"

"Oh, Celestia!" Braeburn squealed as Soarin' slapped his ass. The Wonderbolt picked up the pace, and accidentally went a little too fast. "S-Slower!" Braeburn begged as the treatment became a little too rough.

Soarin' immediately slowed down. "Sorry, babe," he said, giving Braeburn a kiss for good measure. He picked up to his previous speed again, and hit just the right rhythm for both of them. "I'm getting close. Are you ready?"

Breaburn nodded, and Soarin' sped up again. He didn't go quite as fast this time, lest he accidentally hurt his colfriend. He grabbed Braeburn's cock with the hoof that wasn't occupied and began stroking it in time with his thrusts, until the cowpony was wailing and writhing with pleasure.

Finally, just as his muscles were beginning to tire from the exertion, Soarin' felt his peak approaching. He noticed that Braeburn was starting to buck his hips, and realized that they were both nearing their limit. His cockhead flared, giving that extra bit of stimulation that they both needed.

Braeburn's tight ring squeezed his base as Soarin' came. He hilted himself one last time as his balls emptied, filling his coltfriend with thick, sticky semen. He was pretty backed up, since he'd only had his hooves for release since they had started dating, and the resulting flood was almost more than Braeburn could take. Not a single drop escaped, trapped by the stallion's thick flare.

The gushing inside of him pushed Braeburn over the edge, and he came as well. Soarin' clutched him tightly to his chest, his hoof still stroking the cowpony's huge erection. It jerked in his grip, and Braeburn's cum gushed between them. His balls twitched against Soarin's stomach as they emptied, and the Wonderbolt felt his lover's seed coating his chest.

"Oh, goddesses," Braeburn moaned. He grunted as Soarin' pulled him up for another kiss. This one was slow, sweet, and very gentle. It lasted for a long time as both stallions held one another tightly. The cum trapped between them matted their coats and trickled down over Braeburn's sides, but they paid no attention.

When the kiss finally ended, they had both managed to calm down a bit. "Wow," Soarin' mumbled. "That...that was...you sure you're new to this?"

Braeburn giggled and kissed him on the nose. "Sure am," he said. "Or, well, I was. Not no more, I guess."

"I guess not," Soarin' said, noticing for the first time the mess that was coating the bed sheets around them. "I wasn't sure if you'd enjoy yourself. I guess I didn't need to worry." He groaned as Braeburn nibbled at his neck.

"Thank you," the cowpony whispered. "I'm glad you were my first."

"Me too," Soarin' said. He held on to Braeburn and sighed happily. In a minute they would get up and clean themselves off, but for now it was nice to lie still and hold one another.

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Skipsy's Braeburn is the cutest, hottest thing ever. You just know he looked exactly like that when he woke up the morning after his transformation. "I'm...I'm huge!"